This is the beauty of mothers

From my go-to blog when the world is getting me down, Momastery.

My mom does this too, except she doesn’t call me “honey” but rather a Czech variation on my name that no one else, myself included, can pronounce. (It contains an “a” that sounds like an “e” and a “soft d,” which does not exist in English. Good luck, my fellow anglophones!)

My mom answered the phone. We’d just spoken three hours prior. Still, she answered like this: “Well, Hiiiiiiiiiiiii HONEY!!!” Like it’d been four years since we’d checked in. Like it was a thrilling unbelievable SHOCK that I was calling. Like I was in a third world country and the likelihood that I’d have found a phone was nil. Like I’d been missing for years. She always answers like that.

A good friend of mine is in the midst of watching her mother’s health decline in hospital.

So, my friends, today is a good day to call your mom and tell her you love her. You can do it, just pick up the phone.